My life is organized chaos; There's a method to my madness. I sort the misery with loss, And the hopelessness with sadness. You can try to fix the mess, Put my life in a filing drawer. I really couldn't care any less. I really can't care anymore. I know my system works. I am messy, but then again I know that if a feeling lurks It's harder to find and heal them. So though my life is everywhere, It's all out in the open. I'm not able to hide anywhere. There's lots of room to cope in. So love me, or judge me, or look away. And I'll keep my soul free Because I still have a lot to say. And I'll just keep being me.